Present-Future

Sitting at my work desk at 2:00 in the morning, I wonder how would things be when I won't be doing this - writing the last pages of my thesis. I've been waiting for this day for a some time now but when the day is near, I am afraid I won't know what to do with my time once this is over.

The thing about growing old is that one becomes more apprehensive than exited about the future. One looks at the decisions, not the dreams of tomorrow. Completion of a task no longer means carefree days ahead. I guess I am nervous about my inpending India trip too. 3 years is a long time. I hope ma-papa look the same now as they did when I last saw them.